[NVC Day 15] -- [And Then? Things Got Weird] -- [Kirk/Bones/Sam]

[kirktastic]

When they woke up in the morning, Jim was alone in bed. Jim only briefly thought of it, of the lovely lady that they had ravaged (and ravaged right back, wondered if he could convince Bones to do this again) and wondering where Bones was. Otherwise, he felt damn good. Hungry, thirsty, but good. He took a slow deep breath on the salty air that came

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[dctr_mccoy]

Bones had been awake when Paula left that morning, though he pretended to be asleep like Jim, snoring away on his side of the bed. After she was gone he lay in bed a while longer, staring at the ceiling until his thoughts began to overwhelm him - what had happened, how fast it all occurred, and what the fuck, he'd literally thrown a woman on top of naked Jim. None of it made sense, though at the time, there had been nothing he'd wanted more than to feel them against him.

But now, all he wanted was to 'not think', so he put on some light shorts and went for a run on the beach. His music player was on too loud to be healthy, and he knew it, but the songs helped push away the thoughts cluttering his head. An hour passed as he ran in the morning sun, but still he couldn't get the memories of what had happened to leave him alone.

Too focused on sex, if that were possible, and Bones just didn't want to think about it anymore. Not the bond or the attack what happened at Spock's house. Not what happened between him and Sam. Not what

[dreadpiratekirk]

With his back to the door and Jim's hands firmly grasping his ass, Sam didn't notice when McCoy entered. His world had shrunken the moment skin touched skin. Sam wrapped his arms around Jim, pulling Jim's chest flush to his own.

[kirktastic]

His brother had a few inches on him, which made him feel almost short in a way he wasn't used to. He tilted his head up into Sam, bodies fitted together, similar in build despite the height difference. There was nothing in his mind except the liquid sounds their mouths made, the almost need that flashed through him to get Sam's shirt off. He started tugging at it, wanting to feel more skin against his.

[dctr_mccoy]

His legs were glued to the spot. Bones wanted to run out the door, then he wanted to run over to them and tear them apart. He wanted to hit someone... feelings of anger and resentment and confusion, pure confusion hit him. This- this wasn't anything he'd ever imagined seeing.

But he couldn't move. He could speak, though. "Jim," he cried out, surprised when the sound of his voice seemed to unlock his legs. Stumbling forward two steps, he found he now lost his voice. Nothing escaped his mouth, open and slack with disbelief.

[dreadpiratekirk]

Sam turned his head to see who had spoken as Jim lifted his shirt off. This was McCoy. He wanted to be close to McCoy, even if he was still damp. His skin would taste like sweat and sea water. Sam pulled away from Jim enough to reach back towards his boss. No words rose into his mind, but he hoped the outstretched hand would be enough.

[kirktastic]

Jim's body jerked at the sudden cry, bringing forth the first thought since Sam had grabbed him. Bones? He looked over, blinking with wide eyes at the doctor staring at them. Sam was reaching out for Bones, as if wanting to pull him closer.

Closer... more skin. More touch, yea, he liked that idea. For just a moment he looked over, and blinked once as he stared at Sam. His heart was racing, cheeks and lips flushed. Something was off but he couldn't put his finger on it.

[dctr_mccoy]

Sam... heading toward him. What- no, his brain yelled at him, but fuck, his feet were glued again, traitorous body not doing what he wanted it to do.

They were- both of them, they wanted this. Each other. None of this made sense, and Bones took a step backward, the look on their faces almost scaring him.

As if they weren't really there. As if they couldn't really see him.

[dreadpiratekirk]

He was able to stumble backward with Jim far enough to grasp McCoy's arm with a strength he hadn't possessed fifteen minutes ago. Sam drew the doctor toward them, ready to share, as long as it meant skin.

Skin was good. Skin on skin was even better. Simply thinking of putting his lips to McCoy's collar bone that was teasingly hidden by his shirt was getting Sam hard. A wave of adrenaline rolled through his mind as he pulled McCoy close enough to smell the seawater and faint trace of sweat that clung to his skin.

[kirktastic]

There was a look on Bones' face that actually made him... stop. His legs locked as he stared at Sam as Sam touched Bones, right in front of him, in ways only he had before. Everything mixed together hot and burning in his mind, confusing and overwhelming.

Slowly he got the will to move together, sliding around behind Bones and wrapping his arms around him. He nosed slowly at the back of Bones' neck, not wanting that look on his face anymore. "Bones..." Just a whisper of his name, loving and needing.

[dctr_mccoy]

Jim and Sam. Bones couldn't get his mind wrapped around it. What was Sam even doing here? Bones had been avoiding him, sort of, hadn't replied to the message. He knew he needed to apologize for what happened, but... yeah, no excuses. He'd just been avoiding him.

But right now Sam was touching him, pulling him into this kiss with Jim, behind him now, touching him too, calling out his name. Is this what Jim wanted?

Then there was touch, electric fingers on him, hot and stinging. Sam in front of him, Jim behind him and Bones just stopped thinking. He nuzzled at Sam's neck, the smell unbelievably good. Taste, touch, smell - every sense overwhelmed as he lifted his face and caught Sam's mouth in a heated kiss.

[dreadpiratekirk]

For some time there was nothing in his world but McCoy's mouth on his own. Even the warm hands roaming his body drifted out of his awareness. As they kissed, he felt the calmest he had since this had all begun.

Too many clothes, crossed his mind when they broke for air. Need to touch more.

Sam reached out to pull McCoy's shirt off before catching his mouth for another kiss.

[kirktastic]

Jim groaned when their bodies pressed together, his chest to Bones' back. He bit gently at Bones' neck, getting a close view of Sam's mouth on Bones'. It was a pretty site, both of them with the faintest hint of scruff, Sam leaning down to catch Bones' lips and a small gleam of wetness as their tongues touched.

He brought himself slowly against Bones' backside, body ignoring the soreness that had lingered from over-use last night and all sorts of encouraged by what was happening in front of him.

[dctr_mccoy]

His hands reached up to cup Sam's face, kissing him with a need that he couldn't control. Sam, familiar and yet still sort of new, exciting. Groaning into Sam's mouth, Bones pulled back enough to look at Sam's face, giving him a little smile before turning his head toward the man standing behind him.

Jim.

Hands slowly fell from Sam's face and grabbed Jim's as Bones' body twisted, turning to face Jim. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate kiss, the force of it pushing Jim back a few steps. His mouth moved lower, chin, throat, neck, all being kissed and sucked and bitten. Bones knew this body in his arms better than any other, knew he could push and take and demand and be needy, even moreso in this heightened state. "Jim," he repeated, this time his voice hungry instead of horrified. "Please Jim," he groaned, pressing his hardness into Jim's hip.

[dreadpiratekirk]

Sam stood back for a time, simply bracing one hand on McCoy's lower back while he ran the other over Jim's ribs and watched them, sated by the kiss he had just shared with the doctor. They were so familiar to each other, it showed in the kiss. Their practiced hands sought out just the right places on the other to tease and caress.

[kirktastic]

"Yea," Jim breathed back to Bones, reaching down between them to grind the heel of his palm against the hardness between his legs. He stroked it through the thin material of the shorts Bones was wearing, shifting his head to let Bones get at any flesh he wanted.

He slowly sunk down to his knees right there in front of Bones, mouthing him through his shorts. There was the faint taste of salt - had Bones been in water? - and he nosed and sucked harder as if trying to draw it out.

[dctr_mccoy]

He looked down, one hand roughly fingering Jim's hair, getting curly as it got longer. His eyes were glazed as they half-focused on Jim's mouth, red and bruised from their kisses. But he needed more, wanted to feel that hot wetness he knew so well.

Bones slid his thumbs inside his waistband and in one smooth movement he pushed his shorts and underwear down to his thighs. His erect cock popped out, bobbing in front of Jim's face, slapping his cheek before it was pushed into his ready mouth with a groan that sounded like Jim's name. He could feel Sam behind him, the hand on his back hot and tingling, and Bones leaned back against him, confident that Sam's strong body would support him.